Mine is a war-forged who had speakers built into him.
I had a goblin bard. Who was pretending to be a rock gnome. With help of bard skills and being an “actor”. Rather than be the goblin “Fork” he was “Tanrug Twinkletongue”. He did this to avoid goblin persecution and genocide, and other less desirable living situations as a result of being a goblin.
(college of whispers)
It's saddening when more good natured goblins get persecuted for being goblins. *grabs droop from lost mines of phindelver*
Mine is a war-forged who had speakers built into him.
I had a goblin bard. Who was pretending to be a rock gnome. With help of bard skills and being an “actor”. Rather than be the goblin “Fork” he was “Tanrug Twinkletongue”. He did this to avoid goblin persecution and genocide, and other less desirable living situations as a result of being a goblin.
(college of whispers)
It's saddening when more good natured goblins get persecuted for being goblins. *grabs droop from lost mines of phindelver*
i'd not call droop good aligned, but he has had it kinda rough not gonna lie....
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i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
My bard is a Locath named Blimz who is a famed performer in Locath coloneys in Saltmarsh, but is better known for his clam chowder. A food critic tells him he needs more "landy" spices, so he sets out to find anything "landy" to put in to his chowder. Here is the full backstory:
"Blimz was, by all accounts, a masterful bard. His lute, crafted from the shell of a giant crab, sang with a melody that could calm a kraken's rage. His voice could shatter barnacles and woo even the most stoic sea elves. His jokes were so sharp, so perfectly timed, that they were known to make pufferfish explode with laughter. He was the undisputed star of Saltmarsh's underwater variety shows. Yet, there was one thing that outshone even his most dazzling performances: his clam chowder. A secret recipe, passed down through generations, his chowder was so good it was rumored to make the merfolk weep with joy and the locath forget their eternal rivalry with the lizardfolk. It was a sensory experience that transcended all others. The trouble started when a pompous sea elf, a renowned food critic, came to Saltmarsh. He tasted Blimz's chowder, and his mind was blown. He declared it "the most perfect clam chowder ever to grace the ocean." This, however, came with a caveat. "It is missing one thing," the critic announced, "a flavor from the surface world. A pinch of something… landy." Blimz was heartbroken. He had mastered every ingredient the ocean had to offer, but he couldn't find a single "land" spice. The shame was too much to bear. So, he made a decision. He would journey to the surface world. He would find the most exotic, most flavorful, most "landy" ingredient in all the realms. He would return a hero, his chowder an undisputed masterpiece. His goal is simple: find the perfect ingredient to complete his chowder recipe and solidify his place as the greatest chef in all of existence. He has no idea what he's looking for, but he's sure to find it, one "landy" ingredient at a time."
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It's saddening when more good natured goblins get persecuted for being goblins. *grabs droop from lost mines of phindelver*
i'd not call droop good aligned, but he has had it kinda rough not gonna lie....
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
15 whisper bard / 5 assassin rogue
Not sure it's exactly creative, but I have a Lightfoot Halfling Bard named Gordon Lightfoot (he is known as "The Minstrel of the Dawn").
My bard is a Locath named Blimz who is a famed performer in Locath coloneys in Saltmarsh, but is better known for his clam chowder. A food critic tells him he needs more "landy" spices, so he sets out to find anything "landy" to put in to his chowder. Here is the full backstory:
"Blimz was, by all accounts, a masterful bard. His lute, crafted from the shell of a giant crab, sang with a melody that could calm a kraken's rage. His voice could shatter barnacles and woo even the most stoic sea elves. His jokes were so sharp, so perfectly timed, that they were known to make pufferfish explode with laughter. He was the undisputed star of Saltmarsh's underwater variety shows.
Yet, there was one thing that outshone even his most dazzling performances: his clam chowder. A secret recipe, passed down through generations, his chowder was so good it was rumored to make the merfolk weep with joy and the locath forget their eternal rivalry with the lizardfolk. It was a sensory experience that transcended all others.
The trouble started when a pompous sea elf, a renowned food critic, came to Saltmarsh. He tasted Blimz's chowder, and his mind was blown. He declared it "the most perfect clam chowder ever to grace the ocean." This, however, came with a caveat. "It is missing one thing," the critic announced, "a flavor from the surface world. A pinch of something… landy."
Blimz was heartbroken. He had mastered every ingredient the ocean had to offer, but he couldn't find a single "land" spice. The shame was too much to bear. So, he made a decision. He would journey to the surface world. He would find the most exotic, most flavorful, most "landy" ingredient in all the realms. He would return a hero, his chowder an undisputed masterpiece. His goal is simple: find the perfect ingredient to complete his chowder recipe and solidify his place as the greatest chef in all of existence. He has no idea what he's looking for, but he's sure to find it, one "landy" ingredient at a time."